Riviere's natural jealousy revived, and found constant food in the attention Rose paid Camille, a brilliant colonel living in the house while he, poor wretch, lived in lodgings.

The false position of all the parties brought about some singular turns.

I give from their number one that forms a link, though a small one, in my narrative.
One day Edouard came to tell Rose she was making him unhappy; he had her alone in the Pleasaunce; she received him with a radiant smile, and they had a charming talk,--a talk all about HIM: what the family owed him, etc.
On this, his late jealousy and sense of injury seemed a thing of three years ago, and never to return.

So hard it is for the loving heart to resist its sun.
Jacintha came with a message from the colonel: "Would it be agreeable to Mademoiselle Rose to walk with him at the usual hour ?" "Certainly," said Rose.
As Jacintha was retiring Edouard called to her to stop a minute.
Then, turning to Rose, he begged her very ceremoniously to reconsider that determination.
"What determination ?" "To sacrifice me to this Colonel Dujardin." Still politely, only a little grimly.
Rose opened her eyes.

"Are you mad ?" inquired she with quiet hauteur.
"Neither mad nor a fool," was the reply.